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Entry tags:
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- daryl dixon,
- event: crowning,
- felicity yoshida,
- firo prochainezo,
- haruto soma,
- jason compson iv,
- karkat vantas,
- kousuke nitou,
- linden lockhearst (l),
- phillip gray,
- porrim maryam,
- rick grimes,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- sigma klim,
- swann honeymead,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- ✘ arya stark,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ dandy mott,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ dorian pavus,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ feferi peixes,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ holly day,
- ✘ jack sparrow,
- ✘ jane,
- ✘ jolie,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ maxwell trevelyan,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ piers nivans,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ the iron bull,
- ✘ thorin oakenshield,
- ✘ venus dee milo
The Crowning Of The Signless
Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of The Signless.
Where| An alcove in a nearby mountain.
When| From dusk to dawn, on Thursday.
Warnings/Notes| This event is mandatory for all Tributes to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party. Peacekeepers will be on high alert. There will be no chance to runaway.
Tributes are encouraged to sleep all during the day, before the crowning. The reason for this is revealed when they are roused at sundown and brought to the closest mountain to the city, where they are greeted by an alcove within the moutainside that has been carved into a temple to what may be an illicit faith. The stone alcove is dim-lit by candles arranged along walls and by what appears to be altars set before iron cancer signs, some plain, some inlet with intricate carvings. Bright red drapery hangs about the room, tapestries with the cancer sign and cirles of blending color spectrum. There are also some waist high leggings hung upon one wall. In the center of the room, shackles hang, glowing bright from some sort of internal heat and light. A hole in the ceiling is set on each side of it, to allow the smoke to escape from the great bonfire that roars beneath it. If one takes a seat upon any of large stones and logs aranged around it, they can see both the stars twinkling down and the way the smoke looks as though it is coming off the shackles.
The only windows otherwise are made from stained glass depicting images from the Signless's life, such as his rescue by "Alternia's First Mother" (so described on the metal plate below), "The Recording of His Teachings" depicting The Disciple writing the Signless's words into a book, "A New Follower" showing the Psiioniic joining the Signless, a boat deemed "The First Ship", and "The Execution" which features the death of the Signless before thousands of followers, a fifth troll- resembling Terezi- bearing the shackles as a necklace and another with great brown wings, a single window of Karkat and Kankri Vantas, as well as a sinister depiction of six indistinct shadowy figures of cerulean, blue, indigo, violet, tyrian, and maroon. Cave-style paintings cover the stone walls, styles ranging from simple scribbled etching to circles featuring twelve colors in circle, with bright red at the center, and yet more elaborate shadowy depictions of those in the stained glass, esepcially the Signless himself, both prior and following his execution.
But not all is dedicated to the Signless and his old posse of biblical age trolls. A shrine has been set up for redeemed and then so quickly lost victor, Matthew 'Punchy' O'Conner. Punchy has been painted upon a cave wall like he fits right into the theme. Upon his shrine lay all varieties of bling; Bling-jewelery, a bling goblet, bling boxing gloves, a hoodie, a nun habit, and a stone with a memorial rap engraved atop-- with bling, of course, all shimmering by the spotlights placed before the shrine. Refillable 40 oz bottles are lain out so that sorrowful guests, wishing to pay their respect to the boy so cruelly slain by rebels when he had turned from them, can pour one out in his honor.
Marius is also honored there with a tea light and small framed photograph set upon an empty table with an empty chair, along with souvenir versions of his and Cosette's wedding rings that guests can take home. Beneath all these rings is a photoshopped picture of javert with a single tear running down his manly face.
The only seating besides the stones and logs and Marius's single chair, are those that are sat at a table at the end of the room. Each is draped in a different color, six on each side for each district and each blood hue-- presumably of the Victor's choosing. Between these chairs sits yet one more with a tall back like a flogging jut that got the redesigned at the base to make a throne that some trolls might recognize as belonging to the Empress. The arms of the chair feature open shackles. The throne is decorated in chains of gold and jewels of all colors. The victor is given a crown of gilded flowers and thorns on chain.
Food can be found upon the altars or the victor's table, in surplus. Alternian delicacies are served, featuring insects, flavored or plain, and food made from insects. Guests may find a giant beetle being served upon a spit roast. Even the meats appear to be topped with bugs. The cakes, marshmallows (which can be roasted with stick by the fire!), and orange creamsicles may be the only things truly bug-free. Drink options are water, wine, and soda.
Stylists are encouraged to dress their tributes primarily in black, with a single bit of color put into the design matched according to district (with exception to trolls), or any manner of draping fabrics, cloaks, and costumery reminiscent of religious iconagraphy that one might expect of ancient aliens. Waist high pants and leggings are also in high regard, as well as fake horn, fangs, contacts, and anything to make guests look more trollish. The only rule is for the main colors to match to the blood assignment.
The music playing is the sort one might expect from a church, featuring mournful vocals, soft bells and melodies, and of course, organ music. But for one or two jarring differences. Where this music is coming from remains a mystery but since the space is open and clear, guests have plenty of room for dancing.
Those who don't wish to dance can talk and regale tales around the bonfire, or may instead seek out the book of "scripture" at one of the altars that features nothing more than various parables- with names that Tributes might recognize! Each Tribute has one parable contained within, telling a tale in flourished manner of a part of their life, featuring a pro-capitol moral at the end.
Elsewhere, are models of the flogging just, where guests can put their hands through the oversized cuffs and pretend to writhe in agony, an Alternian bioware helm where guests too can pretend to have their lifeforce and power used a battery for the sake of the Alternian empire, a dress-up station where guests can customize their appearance to match trolls sold into gruelling slavery to seadwellwers, and an area designed to look like a cave with extensive "Alternian" (gibberish) writings of the Signless's words, where guests too can pretend they've lost everyone they love and are carrying on their legacy by writing upon the walls and leaving their own messages of love and mourning. Not to mention, a life-sized drone with realistic piercing claws, for all your picture posing needs.
A sandpit lies just around a corner for children to make castles, dig trenches, and act out games of pretending they've trekked thousands of miles through zombie infested desert just to speak to a couple of people! Guests can also meet a "mutantblood lusus" a four-eyed crab creature with lizardlike structure-- only sized no bigger than the average dog and perhaps about as intelligent. Guests are warned not to put their hand too close, lest the claw pincers manage to pinch them.
Late into the crowning, everyone is brought out to the dark mountainside, well monitored by peacekeepers, and divided into teams. Everyone is given belts with velcro flags attached, colored according to the "blood" they were matched with by district. Those in the eighth, ninth, twelfth, third, tenth, and eleventh districts are deemed the "lowbloods. Those in the first, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh districts, are deemed the "highbloods". Each team is given a velcro board to attach the flags to. The first team to lose all their flags loses, winners getting tiny necklace copies of the shackles. The last one standing with a flag wins a larger necklace copy and the option to get it redesigned into a symbol of their choosing.
If you failed not to be "culled", fear not! All tributes receive a participation sticker at the end. This sticker features a number. It is not indicative of districts or of age, as will be announced shortly, but of the new scoring. These will be announced for everyone to hear- and pick out targets from.
The crowning officially ends with the coming dawn. And so begins, to everyone's surprise, preparation for the arena. Tributes will be going right from the crowning off to the Tribute launch tubes. Happy Hunger Games!
[Note: This is ICly on Thursday! Just before the arena on Friday!]
What| The Crowning of The Signless.
Where| An alcove in a nearby mountain.
When| From dusk to dawn, on Thursday.
Warnings/Notes| This event is mandatory for all Tributes to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party. Peacekeepers will be on high alert. There will be no chance to runaway.
Tributes are encouraged to sleep all during the day, before the crowning. The reason for this is revealed when they are roused at sundown and brought to the closest mountain to the city, where they are greeted by an alcove within the moutainside that has been carved into a temple to what may be an illicit faith. The stone alcove is dim-lit by candles arranged along walls and by what appears to be altars set before iron cancer signs, some plain, some inlet with intricate carvings. Bright red drapery hangs about the room, tapestries with the cancer sign and cirles of blending color spectrum. There are also some waist high leggings hung upon one wall. In the center of the room, shackles hang, glowing bright from some sort of internal heat and light. A hole in the ceiling is set on each side of it, to allow the smoke to escape from the great bonfire that roars beneath it. If one takes a seat upon any of large stones and logs aranged around it, they can see both the stars twinkling down and the way the smoke looks as though it is coming off the shackles.
The only windows otherwise are made from stained glass depicting images from the Signless's life, such as his rescue by "Alternia's First Mother" (so described on the metal plate below), "The Recording of His Teachings" depicting The Disciple writing the Signless's words into a book, "A New Follower" showing the Psiioniic joining the Signless, a boat deemed "The First Ship", and "The Execution" which features the death of the Signless before thousands of followers, a fifth troll- resembling Terezi- bearing the shackles as a necklace and another with great brown wings, a single window of Karkat and Kankri Vantas, as well as a sinister depiction of six indistinct shadowy figures of cerulean, blue, indigo, violet, tyrian, and maroon. Cave-style paintings cover the stone walls, styles ranging from simple scribbled etching to circles featuring twelve colors in circle, with bright red at the center, and yet more elaborate shadowy depictions of those in the stained glass, esepcially the Signless himself, both prior and following his execution.
But not all is dedicated to the Signless and his old posse of biblical age trolls. A shrine has been set up for redeemed and then so quickly lost victor, Matthew 'Punchy' O'Conner. Punchy has been painted upon a cave wall like he fits right into the theme. Upon his shrine lay all varieties of bling; Bling-jewelery, a bling goblet, bling boxing gloves, a hoodie, a nun habit, and a stone with a memorial rap engraved atop-- with bling, of course, all shimmering by the spotlights placed before the shrine. Refillable 40 oz bottles are lain out so that sorrowful guests, wishing to pay their respect to the boy so cruelly slain by rebels when he had turned from them, can pour one out in his honor.
Marius is also honored there with a tea light and small framed photograph set upon an empty table with an empty chair, along with souvenir versions of his and Cosette's wedding rings that guests can take home. Beneath all these rings is a photoshopped picture of javert with a single tear running down his manly face.
The only seating besides the stones and logs and Marius's single chair, are those that are sat at a table at the end of the room. Each is draped in a different color, six on each side for each district and each blood hue-- presumably of the Victor's choosing. Between these chairs sits yet one more with a tall back like a flogging jut that got the redesigned at the base to make a throne that some trolls might recognize as belonging to the Empress. The arms of the chair feature open shackles. The throne is decorated in chains of gold and jewels of all colors. The victor is given a crown of gilded flowers and thorns on chain.
Food can be found upon the altars or the victor's table, in surplus. Alternian delicacies are served, featuring insects, flavored or plain, and food made from insects. Guests may find a giant beetle being served upon a spit roast. Even the meats appear to be topped with bugs. The cakes, marshmallows (which can be roasted with stick by the fire!), and orange creamsicles may be the only things truly bug-free. Drink options are water, wine, and soda.
Stylists are encouraged to dress their tributes primarily in black, with a single bit of color put into the design matched according to district (with exception to trolls), or any manner of draping fabrics, cloaks, and costumery reminiscent of religious iconagraphy that one might expect of ancient aliens. Waist high pants and leggings are also in high regard, as well as fake horn, fangs, contacts, and anything to make guests look more trollish. The only rule is for the main colors to match to the blood assignment.
The music playing is the sort one might expect from a church, featuring mournful vocals, soft bells and melodies, and of course, organ music. But for one or two jarring differences. Where this music is coming from remains a mystery but since the space is open and clear, guests have plenty of room for dancing.
Those who don't wish to dance can talk and regale tales around the bonfire, or may instead seek out the book of "scripture" at one of the altars that features nothing more than various parables- with names that Tributes might recognize! Each Tribute has one parable contained within, telling a tale in flourished manner of a part of their life, featuring a pro-capitol moral at the end.
Elsewhere, are models of the flogging just, where guests can put their hands through the oversized cuffs and pretend to writhe in agony, an Alternian bioware helm where guests too can pretend to have their lifeforce and power used a battery for the sake of the Alternian empire, a dress-up station where guests can customize their appearance to match trolls sold into gruelling slavery to seadwellwers, and an area designed to look like a cave with extensive "Alternian" (gibberish) writings of the Signless's words, where guests too can pretend they've lost everyone they love and are carrying on their legacy by writing upon the walls and leaving their own messages of love and mourning. Not to mention, a life-sized drone with realistic piercing claws, for all your picture posing needs.
A sandpit lies just around a corner for children to make castles, dig trenches, and act out games of pretending they've trekked thousands of miles through zombie infested desert just to speak to a couple of people! Guests can also meet a "mutantblood lusus" a four-eyed crab creature with lizardlike structure-- only sized no bigger than the average dog and perhaps about as intelligent. Guests are warned not to put their hand too close, lest the claw pincers manage to pinch them.
Late into the crowning, everyone is brought out to the dark mountainside, well monitored by peacekeepers, and divided into teams. Everyone is given belts with velcro flags attached, colored according to the "blood" they were matched with by district. Those in the eighth, ninth, twelfth, third, tenth, and eleventh districts are deemed the "lowbloods. Those in the first, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh districts, are deemed the "highbloods". Each team is given a velcro board to attach the flags to. The first team to lose all their flags loses, winners getting tiny necklace copies of the shackles. The last one standing with a flag wins a larger necklace copy and the option to get it redesigned into a symbol of their choosing.
If you failed not to be "culled", fear not! All tributes receive a participation sticker at the end. This sticker features a number. It is not indicative of districts or of age, as will be announced shortly, but of the new scoring. These will be announced for everyone to hear- and pick out targets from.
The crowning officially ends with the coming dawn. And so begins, to everyone's surprise, preparation for the arena. Tributes will be going right from the crowning off to the Tribute launch tubes. Happy Hunger Games!
[Note: This is ICly on Thursday! Just before the arena on Friday!]
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"I suppose so. It's all just a bit...surreal, you see." She's not just going to come out and give him a spiel, after all. She really needs to make business cards. Porrim Maryam. Yes, that Porrim Maryam, just a different version. Please direct all inquiries to Initiate.
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"Why? Becauthe you look like my friend? You're a human, and trutht me, you don't want to be a troll, at leatht not on Alternia. The food here ithn't accurate, but the torture devitheth and thlavery are."
He'd say humans were too nice to be trolls, but humans had enslaved him to fight in gladiatorial arenas, so.... Psii honestly thought that was normal, another similarity between humans and Alternian trolls, like computers and chicken nuggets.
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"I'm aware that life on your planet wasn't exactly ideal. Believe me when I tell you that I'm not trying to culturally appropriate anyone with my aesthetic."
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Like Psii, she had run away from all she knew to help Signless. Unlike Psii, she had faced the trials of raising a troll single-handedly in a harsh world.
"I wouldn't fantathize about being her, if that'th what you're doing. I'd thay that to the retht of thethe chucklefuckth here, but I mean"—he jabbed a thumb off to the side, indicating the Capitolites playing with slave dress-up station—"would they really lithten? If you told me there wath a chanthe your fellow human highbloodth would lithten, I might."
He deliberately didn't mention he'd been the one "accidentally" pouring wine on them, even if he was doing it in plain sight. He wasn't sure outing himself in front of a strange Capitolite was wise.
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"I'm not fantasizing about anything," she replies, voice even and pleasant but with a definite edge to it. "But I don't suppose you'd believe the truth even if I told you. Ever thought about asking my name?
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"Then again, what'th even the point of that? My name and life thtory are plathtered all over thith plathe for everyone to thee. Tho try me. I've already been hit with enough life-changing shit in the patht few lunar thycleth. What'th another therving of truth schoolfeeding going to hurt?"
Waking up to being enslaved again, finding out that his best friend had been here through several arenas, that somehow arena deaths were real but the Gamemakers had cheated mortality anyway, that the Helmsman had been here in the past and was in diamonds with a clown.... Psii felt nothing could surprise him now.
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She lets him blather on patiently; being an Escort means she has the patience of a saint, practically. "Oh, calm down," she chides without any venom. And then she heaves a sigh, holding out her hand to shake. "Porrim Maryam, at your service."
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Even just back on Alternia, Psii had been through enough weird shit that he was inclined to do the opposite of the expected and take this in stride. Visions of the imminently dead, taking part in revolutions as a result of alternate universe cosmic forces, and his future self living well past his sweeps due to one megalomaniac fish queen.... Dolorosa having a human doppelganger on another planet crossed through the territory where he might protest and into the realm of Weird Shit. Logic had no place here.
"Shouldn't you be introduthing yourthelf ath the Dolorosa? I mean, humanth don't really have titleth the thame way we do, but come on, might ath well go all out...."
Despite his flippant air, his hand hesitated before taking hers, as if he were worried she might take it off with a hidden chainsaw. Trolls did that sometimes.
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She notes his hesitance, and although she doesn't understand it, really, aside from the fact that she's a Capitolite and he's a Tribute, she doesn't point it out. She just shakes his hand gently, offering him a smile.
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Looking at you, Jason Compson.Psii shook her hand without being slapped across the face or insulted, and with his hand intact. He hesitated to outright say Porrim was nice, given that he'd only just met her. But, well, "You didn't have to give me a thmile. Motht of the people here only thmile when they want thomething, and it kind of lookth like they're jutht baring their fangth."Capitolite manners kept people smiling, even while they rudely grabbed a Tribute with their six-inch talons to get a photo.
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His next words have her brow furrowing, however. "It's--I mean, I can refrain from smiling if that makes you uncomfortable, but it's really no big deal."
wow so this is hella late ; ;
Less than considerate. That sure was a nice way of putting it.
"Forthing uth to fight to the death ith leth than conthiderate, tho really I can't be thurprithed if we get roughed up outthide the arena, too. Are you alwayth required to be thith tactful about murder?"
Psii was not tactful at all. It showed in his question, more honest than barbed. He was too scarred-looking to be a proper hive slave, so he'd occupied a space away from polite gatherings of murderous highbloods. That suited him just fine. He felt he'd go crazy constantly having to watch himself, which was part of why he was uncomfortable here at this party.
it's ok!!
"Fortunately for you, it's my job and my aim to keep you all from getting roughed up outside the Arena. We have to keep you in tip-top form, after all. And the Capitol does not condone fighting amongst Tributes outside an Arena setting."
hurgles
He couldn't help smiling, too. Sometimes it felt better to laugh at horrible things rather than let them get to him. A lot of trolls casually dismissed deaths to keep themselves sane.
"Exthept when it'th the Capitol doing the roughing-up, of courthe. They are the oneth in power, our overlordth."
Our overlords. Psii knew better than to blame all Capitolites wholesale for his enslavement, even if he suspected and resented them for going along with it. He had to wonder just how many masked fear behind their makeup.
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"Carefully how loudly or to whom you say that."
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"I'm jutht thtating thimple factth. You're the one interpreting them. How do you know my life here ithn't better than the one I had before?" He gestured vaguely at the drone, the helm display, the dress-up station. "Thure doeth make you wonder why I ran away from thlavery on Alternia and rithked life and limb in the firtht plathe. No really, feel free to think about that. I can't exthactly thtop you. Being polite meanth we have to shut up thometimeth, but the thoughtth are thtill there in our headth."
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"Was it?" she asks softly. "I never thought about that before." She presses her lips together. "There are so many things I never think about. I've never had to. But I'm--I'm trying to, now. Trying to look at things from a different angle. I'm sorry if I offended you."
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He kept a placid face on for any cameras, even if that made him look like he was inquiring about the weather instead of capital punishment. He knew Brainiac's Capitol-style send-off had been broadcasted uncut to Tributes to scare them. He was no stranger to imperial propaganda. He wanted to know if the other usual punishments were to be expected here. The average Capitolite would rather talk about their favorite restaurant or game show host.
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"Yes. In the Districts. I think it's common in the poorer ones. Punishments performed by Peacekeepers."
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In a city, all the whipping might be between closed doors, but with Brainiac's execution, he couldn't be sure. They might want to make an example of someone else. His execution had shocked the city; it looked like the Capitol was becoming more and more similar to Alternian cities Psii had lived in.
"With the way thingth are going, don't be thurprithed if they thtart doing that here. Be careful, Dolo--Porrim."
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"Thank you. Really. You, too."
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He hoped nothing showed on his face. He turned, almost in a hurry, to alleviate any suspicions people watching them might have. The whip scars on his back were accented by the finely tangled gold jewelry hanging from his shoulders. He ducked his head, hoping to disappear behind a headdress or two. For once, his horns blended in with the costumes around him.